Monday, 25 August 2014

Monday Morning Moaning

I must confess that I have NO IDEA what little mini confessions I  can confess to. I'm desperately trying to think of something and coming up as empty and blank as...well, my mind. So this could be interesting.

Or, you know, as boring as batshit. But bear with me. You know you want to. Okay, you don't really want to.  Just think of me, if you will, as that crashing, heaving bore you sometimes end up sitting next to on a plane or at any social occasion. You know the kind. The ones that want to regale you with every intricate detail of their tedious existence. Meanwhile, you sit there apparently spellbound but really suppressing the urge to scream. But you're  too nice and polite so you  smile and nod instead. Or is that just me? 

Alternatively, I guess you could just click away right now. I can't really stop you.  Hmph.  

You're still here?  Oh. I guess that means I do have to come up with  something. Hmmm, let's see....

I've got nothing.

In which case, I might as well just steal every one else's ideas be inspired by others and list the things I'm completely over. Every other bugger blogger seems to have given this a spin and I like to be cutting edge and original.  Shut up. 

The things I am COMPLETELY over, in  no particular order, are:


More specifically, getting up on a Saturday morning and schlepping out to the boys games. This involves a complicated game of tag as there are three of them, two of us and only one car.  Therefore, I confess I am somewhat elated that the season has finally come to an end. HALLELUJAH! 

Moreover, I still remain firmly convinced that my boys should really have taken up cross-dressing instead of soccer as an extra-curricular activity. I'm sure getting on some fishnets and stilettos would be so much easier than those bloody soccer socks, boots and shin pads. Nightmare. 


In particular the shows where they  de-clutter and make-over ordinary suburban homes. 
I'm always bemused by the after shots of such make-overs. The house is transformed from sheer chaos to sleek and stylish, complete with calming scented candles flickering away for added ambiance. 

Seriously?  Candles? With children?  If I lit any candles around here the house would be up in flames quicker than you could say 'insurance claim'.  Then again, I  HAVE paid the insurance. Ahem...

I'd love to challenge them to do our home. I'm sure if that Peter Walsh character took one look at our humble abode, his solution would be pretty clear cut. He would simply take out a hand grenade, detonate it, hand to me and RUN. 


I have completely failed as a parent. Tragically, my boys do not  possess their own exclusive lap-top/PS4/Ipad/Ipod and any other device I probably haven't  heard of. I'm so broke mean. How can I deprive them of such luxuries necessities?  This means they have to do the unthinkable: SHARE.  Fights and indignation ensue. 

But why don't you just set them time limits I hear you ask?  You're the boss, after all. 

GENIUS. Why didn't I think of that? Oh wait. I did. 

It goes like this:

They are given a time and happily agree with rapturous thank yous. As soon as their time is up they immediately announce to their patiently waiting brother: "It's your turn, Bro!" 

They blissfully hi-five each other while beaming and the next person takes their turn. All is sweetness and light. 

YEAH. RIGHT. In my dreams. 

In reality there are furious shriekings of:

"That's not fairrrrrrrrr!!"

"Why does HE always get to go first??!!" 

"Muuum, he's  TEASING meeeee!!"  (If one smirks at the other as they reluctantly trade places). 

This can escalate to the point where they effectively try to kill one another while Micky Blue Eyes and I issue time outs and groundings.

Ahhhhh, the serenity. I mean, insanity.....



I have been to two of these recently. Mr 5 was invited to one and then Mr 10. They are one big cacophonous wall of noise. It makes my head hurt just thinking about it. 

In spite of this, I know that when November rolls around and Mr 5 becomes Mr 6, I will dutifully book him one. This is still preferable than inviting people to our hand grenade worthy home. And infinitely preferable to me having to be the hostess to any party. I'll just make sure I have extra strength panadol with codeine on the day for the inevitable headache.

Which brings me to my next item....


Micky Blue Eyes and I must be responsible for keeping the makers  of Nurofen thriving. On any given day, one or the other or both of us have a headache. Fun times.  


Last night's blissful  slumber involved a  dream of passing an horrific car accident. I spotted a  severed  head on the road with huge pools of blood. Needless to say, I woke up feeling sick and shaken. 

I am not taking any illegal drugs, so where are these ridonkulous dreams coming from?  Perhaps I should just start a meth habit and be done with it? Except I have no idea where I would find anything like that in the classy old western suburbs of Sydney. 

That concludes my Monday morning moaning. Big sighs of relief all round. Well, I could keep going, but I'm sure we're all over crashing, heaving bores. Ahem.

Linking up forLaugh Link and I Must Confess. 

What are you completely over? 


  1. That dream sounds more like a nightmare. I've been having really weird dreams lately. Almost like a mini series where they continue on each night. Very weird.

    1. SO weird. But maybe if you remember to write them down you might get a good story out of it? x

  2. I don't watch any home improvement show except Better Homes and Gardens. As far as soccer goes... I did my time many years ago and wasn't sorry to see the back of it. I also went to basketball on Friday nights and Saturday afternoons for about twelve years straight. I feel for you girl.

    1. That is why our boys only do one activity/sport. I can't handle anymore. Thanks Pinky. x

  3. I'm so glad I read this while I was eating dinner (yes, we eat at 4:30 here....). I was giggling away with you until we got to the severed head. LOL.

    1. Oops. Sorry. Dinner at 4.30 actually sounds brilliant, considering that my boys come back from school ravenous. x

  4. Soccer players can still cross-dress. Particularly if you believe those nasty rumours about Cristiano Ronaldo.

  5. I'm with you on soccer - in fact, any sport!

  6. I'm over people asking me what sports I watch. None. Occasional parts of Olympics. That's it!

    1. Same! Figure skating. That's it. x

  7. Snort, you never fail to make me laugh with your witty self depreciating humour. What I missed reading the words cakie!! So I just thought I'd say it for you! Thanks for linking x

    1. Well, as if I would ever be over cakies!! xo

  8. You never fail to make a random list of ideas interesting and highly amusing. Bore, schmore! You rock :)

    1. *GRINS* Thanks Kirsty. You totally rock, too. xo

  9. Even though I haven't watched Aussie TV in about 10 months, I'm with you on Home Improvement shows. Also cooking shows. I don't have a problem with reality TV but do we really 5 different kinds of home improvement/ cooking shows? ;)

  10. Ughhhhh AMEN to being over home improvement shows. I am SO over 'The Block' but I think its more due to Scotty Cam and his lame 'let's turn every word into some variation of BLOCK' routine. Seriously... Blocktastic? Blockariffic? I wish he would block off. Cooking shows make no sense either. At least not until we get smellevision technology.

  11. "cross-dressing instead of soccer as an extra-curricular activity." PMSL :-)